Getting back to creating has been more challenging than I ever imagined. What is art and creativity, really—and why does it take up so much real estate in my mind? Some days in the studio are exhilarating and oddly relaxing at the same time. Other days feel like a slow-motion tug-of-war: indecision, doubt, struggle.
It’s been a long time since I had a regular art practice. Over the years, I dabbled in photography, metal, wood, even leather—always circling creativity, but not quite landing anywhere that felt like mine. Right now, painting has its claws in me.
I keep telling myself I like abstract urban landscapes. That sounds right. But when I sit down to warm up in my journal, landscapes emerge—sometimes abstract, but not always urban. I’m not a landscape painter. Or am I? Sigh. Time will tell.
The good news is, I’m practicing again. I’m showing up. Getting into the studio. Letting creativity lead. A mentor in Fairbanks once told me that I just need to do a little each day and I will find my way. Thanks David!
Here are a few journal entries from the past month. Let’s see where this road leads.
